Child, I don't need no
book of prayers and rules
shoved in my face.
You want to help me?
Go buy me a coffee and a cheeseburger.

What's that?
No, I don't want to be saved.
I want to be left alone
I want people to stop telling me
To get off their goddamn sidewalks
to quit dropping pennies and ice cream
on the only dress I have.

You have a quarter for coffee?
No?

Anyway, I've been inside your buildings before
all I've ever heard is
"get out, dirty bag lady"
and that don't seem so welcoming to me.

What's that?
Speak up louder, child. These ears
ain't what they used to be.
Jesus? He'll help me?
Where's the man?
He gonna buy me some coffee?